SIR,
ALthough I am novv a retired and cloystered man, yet there do still hang upon me, I know not how, some reliques of an harken∣ing humour.
The easiest vvay for you to quench this appetite in your poor Friend, is to empty your self into my Servant, vvhom I send to salute you, and to knovv two things.
First, vvhether you be of the Parliament your self. Next, vvhether I should be sorry that I am not of it. You can by this time resolve me of both. We are here only fed vvith certain Airs of good Hope, Camelions food.
More I will not say novv, and you see by this little, hovv tender I am to usurp upon your time: Yet before I end, let me ask a third question; Have you no playing and breathing days? If you be of the House, might you not start hither for a night or two? The interposing of a little Philosophical diet, may perchance lighten a mans spirits sur∣charged vvith publick thoughts, and prevent a surfeit of State. Howsoever, hold me fast in your love; and Gods mercy be vvhere you are.
Your poor Friend and Servant, Alla suiscerata, H. WOTTON.